Me too. Send a cab. Order food.
I literally might walk of shame home on a cable car. If that doesn't scream San Francisco I don't know what does
he's only going to be home for two days, his dick is going to be in me for the whole 48 hours, he doesnt have a choice.
Not only was there cake on the wall but someone shoved cake and meat in a cup and put it in the fridge.
my first words to him the next morning were "do you like magic"?
Please, by all means, tell me what can't be helped by two stiff drinks & a blowjob?
Oh okay. That's fine. I'll buy us both dinner when you bail me out
It's a post jail date
He's a fucking asshole. Who gives good head. And seriously I have never seen someone less committed to hair color
If I was home I'd be ouija boarding the fuck out of the house, haven't been this high since that day
I am still awake. And let me sing you the song of my people. Ahem. "I have a bottle of hydrocodone and you all can fuck off."
My RA just sigh me high as fuck acting like a zombie and scratching at my door. Thoughts?
I renamed some of my contacts in my phone before passing out and I have one I cant figure out, its "fucking house elf scum"
When I woke up I had 6 missed calls making sure I was ok and asking if I remember showing my tits to a picture of her baby.
idk what the male equivelent of vajazzling is but it better be worth the time
We still on for Manwhore Monday?
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